Erick Arc Elliott - S.C.O.S.A. lyrics

[Intro x3] Yeah, yeah Zombie, zombie [Hook x2] n***as know the timing Nig-nig-n***as know the timing Flow is like d** and you rub it in your gums Flow is like d** and you rub it in your gums Flow is like d** and you rub it in your gums [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Hip-hop dead, that's cause we here Blood hound, I don't see fear Cause I smell it, name a n***a better And his head gets severed Inhale pain, exhale vendetta Smoke like I got three lungs or better I'm in Navajo print and my b**h in leopard She ain't really my b**h but, shhh, don't tell her sh** get hectic I want brain, give me brain Wash down pain with champagne Sour diesel, hydroplane Walking dead, zombie gang How you gon' k** Meech, he already dead Oh, yeah, that's a tip, b**h, aim for the head Only Child Syndrome, lone wolf warrior Psychedelic renegade n***a, we the glorious [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Hey, it's Juice, mane, riding through the hood Swagger on deck, ha, remind me why I should Respect these rap n***as, most of them are liars They just fans, man, they ain't 'bout that life 'Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it Rowdy Piper, D.C. sniper We ain't like ya, zombie brain I need brain, I'm insane from the crane Sip a drank, zip ah dank, six pack of the Coor Jigga never lied, numbers over all A few grams of coke, now that b**h off the wall b**h, I'm high, f** you all [Outro] n***as know the timing Nig-nig-n***as know the timing